Mistress Ann - halloween - wedding and shit

Halloween was always a special day for Mistress Ann, and this year she had something particularly sinister planned for her loyal toilet slave. She wanted him to be her personal cleaning crew for her night filled with debauchery and shit. The day started with Mistress Ann wearing a stunning white wedding dress, looking like an angel of filth.

As her toilet slave, you were already kneeling before her, waiting with a stern look in your eyes and anticipation for her next command. She stepped closer and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. In those moments, you couldn't help but notice the glint of shit in her mouth from her last meal. "Today," she said, her voice low and menacing, "you will do everything I say." Her words sent chills down your spine.

To start, she instructed you to eat what she spit out. Without question, you opened your mouth and took the first piece of shit she offered, her saliva dribbling down your chin. She smirked, seeing how eager you were to please her. The taste was revolting, but you swallowed it anyway, knowing there would be much more to come.

Next, she told you to clean her strap-on, which had been covered in cum and feces from her previous escapades. You took the leather toy in your hands and started licking it clean, tasting the mixture of sexual fluids and shit. The disgusting task only heightened your arousal, making you wonder what other depraved acts she had in store for you.

After that, Mistress Ann instructed you to clean her ass. You knelt behind her, tongue darting out to taste the residue of her shit, and began to lick and clean every inch of her anus. Your nose was filled with the musky scent of her body as she grunted in pleasure, knowing full well how much disgust you must be feeling. But still, you continued to service her, knowing there was no escape from your fate as her toilet slave.

Finally, Mistress Ann commanded you to drink her piss. The amber liquid flowed into your eager mouth, filling it to the brim. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the bitter taste as you swallowed each drop. When she was finished, she pulled out a large stone phallus and told you to vomit onto it. You did as you were told, the mixture of piss and bile dripping off the fake cock.

Throughout the night, Mistress Ann continued to use you as her personal toilet, feeding you her shit as she pleased. She knew that each humiliating task brought you closer to her, binding you to her forever. As the night wore on, the line between pleasure and pain became increasingly blurred, leaving you wondering if you would ever be truly free from your role as her toilet slave.

But for now, you remained kneeling before her, waiting for her next command, ready to taste her disgust and serve her every whim. Because in this world of filth and perversion, there was no denying the power of Mistress Ann - and no price too high to pay for her affections.